By Elyse | ***Not feeling good and need to talk to someone? Visit: BetterHelp.com/Storybooth You can get help NOW from our sponsor***| Ready to "wear it out loud?” Merch store open, SHOP NOW: bit.ly/storybooth-merch | Subscribe: bit.ly/sub2storybooth | Record your story @ storybooth.com or our iPhone app for a chance to get animated. Comment, like, share this story.Just like a lot of brothers and sisters, Elyse and her brother didn't always get along. But, also like most brothers and sisters, they loved each other and they both knew that, and they were pretty close. But, over time, as they got older, her brother developed severe depression - and there wasn't much Elyse could do, though it was hard, and sad for her and her whole family. He wasn't always depressed, but when he was it was really terrible.One day Elyse went on a class trip - a full weekend out and lots of fun. On their first night away they were all out for dinner together at a restaurant, when their teacher got a phone call. Elyse watched as she answered the phone and then suddenly a look of anguish and terror came over her. The teacher pulled Elyse aside and, with tears in her eyes, she told her that her brother had just been found, in the bathroom, no longer alive. Elyse left the trip early and went home. The police were there, and though she wanted to see her brother one last time, to say goodbye - even though he was already gone - her parents wouldn't let her, they didn't want her to see, or remember him that way.The funeral was so awful and painful and depressing. Everyone was still in shock, crying. They opened his casket so people could see, and say goodbye, but Elyse couldn't bring herself to go over to it - it was too overwhelming and she broke down, right then and there at his funeral. She couldn't take it - just wanted to leave, to be home, to close herself in and away from it all. She didn't stay to see him being buried. She couldn't.Elyse was so sad, and scared, and lonely-feeling. She stayed in her room for days, unable to stop crying, and her Mom would bring her food and check on her, but she wasn't hungry, couldn't eat. She lost almost 30 lbs, was sleepless and unhealthy - but eventually she began to venture out of her room, and, allowed herself to know, and to feel, and maybe to accept that her brother was gone, that she had lost him forever.Everyone had their own way of coping with the pain. Her parents essentially boarded up his room and they never went in there. After nearly three months Elyse finally got her strength up to go back to school, and it was hard when she did. She felt everyone staring at her, whispering to each other, like they couldn't believe she was back at school and trying to act normal.She started talking to a therapist, which slowly helped, and her Mom did everything she could to help Elyse and her sister get through the pain.One day Elyse came home from school and saw her mom talking to a carpenter. They were making plans to put a permanent wall over her brother's door, to block it off forever. Elyse didn't want that to happen, and she tried to convince her parents that it wasn't right, but they were set on it - they were going to do it anyway.Before they put up the wall, Elyse snuck into his room one last time, and she took everything out of the room that she wanted to save to remember him by. The main thing she took though was his hockey trophy - he had loved playing hockey and had always been so proud of their championship trophy. But the trophy taunted her, reminded her that her brother was lost and gone - but that was okay - she didn't ever want to forget about him.She visits the cemetery a lot, and sits by his gravestone and talks to him. She misses him so much, all the time, and every day, still, she wonders to herself "what could I have done?"- - -What's your story? storybooth wants to hear it! LINKS:Website: www.storybooth.comInstagram: @thestorybooth twitter @thestorybooth instagram.com/thestoryboothG+: plus.google.com/+StoryboothFacebook: facebook.com/thestorybooth/Tumblr: storybooth.tumblr.com/If you liked this storybooth animation and love storytime / story time story booth kid videos, watch our themed playlist collections:Being Yourself: goo.gl/89enENLove and Heartbreak: goo.gl/mfaoKwEmbarrassing and Funny: goo.gl/5GjxrWBullies and Mean People:goo.gl/THS3LBOvercoming Challenges: goo.gl/pbxRa9

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The boy didn't need to slit his wrists. It was never too late to talk to a therapist for her brother. If he did then he would still be alive. Its not your fault, it's nobody's fault. And its perfectly normal for a sibling or a person to visit an aunt sister's grave. This story was the saddest ever. Did you tell him to see a therapist? I would've. He needed it. He would be alive. And be with you for the longest time. Its always sad when sibling dies. If you look at some other story booth videos, then you'll see a lot of people have gone through the exact same thing. Your not alone and don't ever think you are. Your brother is in your heart and he always will be. Just prey to god that everything will be okay. It is nobody's fault that he died. Its also possible that someone else slit his wrists. So why not call the police? That is always an option. The police is able to solve issues very quickly. It might seem like he's gone but I promise you he's not. He is watching you, he is right now! He'll always look after you. Some say that a beloved aunt sister leaves quarters around everyday. I know this because I had my great grandma die. At the age of 3. It was the saddest moment of my life. I never thought I would experience such pain. Well, everyone does. Everyday someone dies. All over the world people go through the same thing. You shouldn't walk around thinking it was your fault. It was no one's fault. Please don't blame yourself. You did nothing wrong. Now I hope my advice has changed your ways of the mind. Goodbye ;)

I Watch story booth often, I am not a very emotional person I don’t cry often I find the easiest way to track myself for my problems is to lock myself in my room for for for a couple of minutes until I feel better I think the last time I cried over something on the screen anyway was one of six years old, But knowing how much I love my brother, here I am crying that must hurt so bad…😭😭😭

I lost my cousin at Mexico on his birthday at age 17 of car accident I miss his him I wish I get to know him more my brother met him but l didn’t but my brother tell about him at Mexico yeah that my story I never forget you cousin 😥😥😥

Ive had a simmaliar situation where my uncle who was in mexico got shot in the head and when i found out i felt as if my heart is gone ive went to school when it happend and my other uncle said " he's in a better place and is our guardian with thw others and that helps me when i think bout him.

I understand you my own sister committed suicide and just know that things will get better and u can get through this remember that your brother is watching over you from heaven and he is so proud of you

Damn I was gonna kill myself today but I don’t want my family to feel this sadI always tell myself They won’t miss youYou are just an expensive wasteBut now I wanna fight my depression Because I don’t want my family to feel this way

I lost both my grandmothers and I really miss one of them because I like what she liked like Mountain Dew and the radio I really really really miss her I wish she didn’t die I miss her so much I I’m crying texting this 😭😭😢😢

I lost my 2 (one is in a different country) brothers, they were in their 20's and I had a great childhood with them until I was 11 they left. Family problems, and they did say goodbye but They never speaked to me and my parents ever again. And everday, I keep thinking if I will ever meet them again, But my mom is keep telling me My cousins love me and I don't need brothers that left me and never talk to me, and its not easy to get back together cause they blocked me and my parents on snapchat/Facebook. To this day I am telling myself to not cry. And btw this is not made up this is💯 true😢

I never lost someone to this, but I almost did.... One of my sisters suffered so much one night she tried.... You know. We stopped her but it was still scary to think I could have lost her. Love your family to the fullest because you never know when they can be gone.... -❤ Gwen

One time I grabbed a journal, I thought it was mine, and I opened it. I saw my sisters name, so I was going to close it. But I read the page anyway. “I want to go, but I would have so much to leave behind. my name my brothers my sister and mom.” After I read that, I was really really sad.